They said it’s a free market
That’s how it is today
Start from nothing, work hard, and get paid
Build yourself a life
Have two kids, a small dog, and a wife
But it’s real different
When you’re on the scene
Who’s version is this anyway,
Of the American Dream?

I want to leave a footprint
Saying I was here
I want to make a better world
For the next 1000 years
Maybe I’m delusional
With lofty selfish goals
Or maybe I’m just curious
To watch my legend grow
So I take each day
One each as it’s own
For I know that one day
I’ll be just skull and bones

The world is a poem written in dreams
Daily reminders, packed with rhyme schemes
Through the past, and the present, and future in parts;
Each vying for Truth in good and dark hearts.

So lift up your pen and use it with grace
Erase the flaws and weaknesses of the human race
Should we all contribute but one single verse
I’ll write on your heart if you write on mine first.

But be careful not to write too hard,
For it might pierce the skin
And leave a big scar, for the hearts skin is thin
Be gentle and kind as you would want done onto you
Because the piercing of the heart can seep all the way through

Listen, how do you protest for a solution?
When the law fails, and fills you up with its mind pollution
I apologize, there’s really no need for this intrusion
Unless, you’re part of the collusion
There can be no substitution
If there is, then it’s all just an illusion
In your delusion-ary
world that we live in
Get committed
To rectify all of the atrocities, high velocities, it’s not a novelty, it’s here to stay
Until we make it change
Why’s this so hard to explain
The fact remains
Justice never applies to those who
complain
They’re restrained
And left for the news outlets to entertain
Pointing fingers at who is to blame
It’s such a shame
When you only see color instead of a name
They were framed
Pawns in the game
The game of life
The pain and strife
Nothings right
That’s our plight
We tried it your way now it’s time to fight
Time to resist
The politics
The rhetoric
Made to disguise the real and blind us with the fake
That’s just my take

A defiant man
Closes his door under lock and key
Sits down in his chair and broods
A version of three moods
As a fly wizzes by his ear
Which sets into motion a 5th gear
Over the top
Cannot be stopped
With a gleam like shine
Twinkling in his eye
Only bad news
Unpaid dues
And an cankering to tear you apart
When miserable feels good
It’s gone way beyond being misunderstood
Just a creature born into this world
To scrummage and scowl
Bark and howl
At a moon that’s second to none
Doing its thing behind the back of the sun
And below it, a society echoes its vibe
To a new unwelcomed tribe
Held together by only angst
And a hunger to reap its rewards
Then dispose of the carnage
Into a sea of deadly parts
Deep
Deep into the abyss
Forever